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On Sunday, January 13th around 11am, police were called out to a second floor Westfield apartment for a report of an injured and bleeding man. “I’m bleeding out,” 23-year old Blake Scanlon told 911 operators, then, a grim admission, “I killed my girlfriend.”
Officers would find Blake bleeding from non-life threatening injuries. They would find 20-year old Alexis Avery stabbed to death, leaving behind an infant daughter and a community in shock.
On the surface, through the polished lens of social media, it would be hard to see such a brutal end on the horizon. All I could find were the smiling faces of a young family, full of promise and potential, just in the early beginnings of parenthood.
But court documents tell a different tale. In March 2017, a petition for a restraining order written by Alexis detailed a pattern of coercion punctuated with violence. After a breakup, Scanlon allegedly made three suicide attempts in from of her. Her also allegedly assaulted her, stole her cell phone, hacked into her email, and harassed her by way of texts and calls, from 20 different numbers. Three months later the order was dropped, and now her daughter is without a mother.
I get tired of the “why did she stay” brigade storming around these tragedies, because the answer lies in the isolation, power and control that creates a formidable cycle that all too often traps victims deep beneath the facade of a happy home. Sometimes it’s safer to stay, until it’s not. But I at least understand the mindset – it is human nature to want to simply a problem down to something conceivable, something easily solved. What I can’t understand, however, is this cumwhistle,
Tagging the victim’s family and friends in shit like this.
There is a special place in hell for those who elate in other’s suffering like this.
Here’s the thing, though, dickslurper. The only thing more prevailing than grief is the internet. Every time you go to get a job, if you decide to ever jump out of the welfare line, which is debatable, a prospective employer can look you up and see how you responded to such a stark tragedy. Every new romantic prospect has the potential to stumble across your supreme lack of empathy and class. Your willingness and apparent joy in spitting into the freshly gaping wound of an entire community. Their wounds will someday heal, hardened over into scars. But Alexis’s legacy will always remain, and now,
So will yours.
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